The Dream SMP Hunger Games Series

Chapter Seven

The night air was chilly, and frost bit at Ranboo's skin. The Enderman hybrid standing lonely outside of his quaint house in Snowchester.

His? This place wasn't just his.

No. Because just as his husband was so fond of telling him, he would never be alone ever again. Not even when the world crumbled to dust, or if he forgot...

He forgot what he was about to say.

Sighing mournfully, the hybrid then stepped through his door and back inside the comforts of home.

Ranboo then began to set up a kettle of tea, knowing that his visitor would arrive shortly.

A hesitant knock on the door.

There he was.

Standing up to firstly brush himself off, Ranboo then proceeded to stride over to the spruce wood door. Bending down to properly move the handle, and allowing in the person before him.

TommyInnit held his arms close to his body. Shivering in the cold yet looking more annoyed rather than upset.

"You couldn't have started your stupid f*cking house somewhere warmer?! I'm f*cking freezing my a*s off out here, b*tch!"

A fleeting smile made its way to Ranboo's face, making his dual features soften for a moment.

"I mean- I wasn't the one who made this stuff here."

Yeah. He wasn't.

That was... It was- Tubbo.

Tommy's expression fell alongside his own. The blond shoving past him inside to take a seat on the chair closest to the door. Slightly on edge, but not because he didn't trust his host.

It was just the way the teen had always done things.

Ranboo poured the tea into two separate cups silently. Trying to think of ways to continue the conversation with the other who stared off into the distance. Whole other worlds away.

Perhaps something he was curious about?

"So. Uh."

Pausing for a minute to finish filling the cups, Ranboo then brought the plate over to the other who gratefully sighed, before drinking the warming liquid.

"How'd you get away from Wilbur this time?"

The blond snorted into his drink. Placing down the cup with a delicately Ranboo had only begun to realise was part of the boy's nature the more he got to know him.

"Simple! You see- b*tch-bur was getting all mushy and sh*t with Quackity, so I said I'd leave if he continued! Of course, he did to get a rise out of me, so I just- you know, left!"

Ranboo nodded along thoughtfully.

He'd never actually met Wilbur Soot before the whole revival thing. Yet, from the stories he'd heard so far, he wasn't so sure whether or not that was a good thing or bad.

Just as always, things never made sense in this world. People could die more than once, and that was just a matter of life! Kids could become soldiers too, and husbands could disappear into the night with a single word on where they were going or why they left-

Ranboo rubbed vigorously at his forehead.

It'd been a rough two weeks.

Tommy noticed his inner turmoil. Smirking as he continued to drink tea gracefully.

"Seems you don't know all to f*ckin much, ay big man?"

The world was calmer once again. The hybrid was drinking tea with his good friend, while his son slept soundly upstairs. There was no reason to panic right now, and he was fine.